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Mar 2013
You never did **** like that for me
chillin in my lap, with a lighter and a sack
tickets to shows and suckin' it clean
Funny little nicknames, bed games,
thinking about head thangs.
Trips to Chico, down south, or left and right
two lines in the morning and two tabs at night
decided to be a bad ***** now, come freestyle
and I'll put you in your place
run laps around you the whole ******* race
leave you in the dust without a ******* trace

Step back, breathe
dry heave, dry heave
Switching lanes like a drunk man
swerving on the highway, I'm ******* my teeth
coked up going 90, 0 in my sheets.
Blown out bass busting out **** beats
Thought those 2 years made you a hard ***** *****?
You're a lie ***** *****, you don't even try ***** *****
I'm glad I got to know ya but now I'll kick your *** to the curb like a ******* state patrola!
© Daniel Magner 2013

I don't even know what to call this but here it is.
Daniel Magner
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